How it started: In April of 2017, Tony arrived in Pittsburgh for his brother's wedding. I had arrived a few days earlier for my sister's wedding. If you don't know yet, Tony's brother Fabian was marrying my sister Bernadette. So a group of us went out dancing a few days before the wedding. And Tony asked if I spoke Spanish "poco o mucho" and I responded "suficiente" (enough) and I was right. And then we danced. At the end of the night, Tony's sister told me that Tony was in love with me (and she was right). A few days later was our first time together at the altar - reading the petitions for Bernie and Fabian's wedding. Tony read in Spanish and I read in English. Then we danced some more. How it's going: It's July 2020. The pandemic is in full swing. Tony and I have been far too long distance for far too long. He's working in Missouri on a ranch for show horses and I'm still in Cleveland working as a high school Campus Minister and studying to become a full spectrum doula. On July 30, 2020 Tony called to tell me he had called his doctor about stomach pain and he was told to go immediately to the ER. I left work immediately to drive to Missouri. He stayed several days in the ICU and in the midst of the uncertainty that was presented to us, I proposed to Tony on the ICU hospital bed "I will love you in sickness and in health. Te amaré en la enfermedad y en la salud." Nearly a year later, Tony is doing well and counting down the days for me to move to Missouri. Our love that began at that wedding four years ago was, is, and always will be suficiente (enough). ¡Celebremos el amor, la familia, la amistad, la comunidad, la bondad, la compasión y mucho más!